The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1887-09-13

ers in front of the First Chance saloon
which was also the Last Chance if you
took the other view-could see who and
what it was.
1t was headed by a woman, pale and
frightened, and little boy. both seated
on sorry-looking mule which seemed
to be continually propounding the old
inquiry as to whether or not life was
worth living.
And just behind, carrying a year-old
baby as carefully as any mother ever
carried her child, walked Doc Rey-
nolds.
He looked dirty and haggard. as if
he had slept in thickets and had moth
ing to eat since he left Golden Sand.
They went along till they came to a
side street which ran a little way up
the hill, when Reynolds took the lead
and went straight to Judge Potts
house. he being the only married man
whose wife was with him who lived i'm
the Camp.
He helped the woman and child to
dismount and they entin, being made
welcome by the motherly Mrs. Pott
Reynolds laid the baby on the bed and
stood bending over it. All the men in
the camp fiocked around the door or
came into the one square room of the
Judges residence. The woman sank
into a chair, too much exhausted to
rise. To Mrs. Potts inquiries she said
as she looked around at the strange
faces with 4 startled, almost wild look:
There were two wagons in our
party and when We were going through
a little park about twenty miles from
here we were attacked by the Indians
and the whole party killed except the
baby and the little boy and me. We
crept away into the bushes after it was
dark. My husband and the other chill
dren were all killed and we were all
wounded, and the baby is very weak,
though he is sleeping now. We would
have all died if this man had not found
us and brought US here. We came the
whole distance to-day and he carried
the baby. Oh" she added, as she
turned toward Reynolds, ''you are very
kind and can't tell you how thankful
| am"
The poor woman buried her face in
her hands. Reynolds leaned over and
just touched his lips to the baby's
cheek and said, as he stepped back:
1.-The baby is dead"
1.-THE baby deadr' cried the woman,
as she sprang toward it. mo, it can't
be, it can't be! l can't let him 90,
tooi'
Yes" replied Reynolds, 1.-THE baby
is dead-he died very peacefully, like
my baby died five years ago to-day"
He started to 90, then turned and
threw two bright twenty-dollar gold
pieces on the bed beside the woman
and said:
That's ali I've got-if 1 had more
YOU should have it." Then he went
out.
Hold on" said Judge Pott. "where
you goin'?''
''Going to leave the camp"
But we want We to stay" inter-
posed Lem Upton.
mo, am going-my orders were to
90 and not come back"
That's all right, but we want We to
stay now. Amt that right. boys?"
YES" they said almost unanimous
ly.
II can't help tim not good
enough for this camp"
And he walked away to the gulch
and along the dusty stage road till he
was lost to view where the trail wound
around Sentinel Rocks.
So this is the way Doc Reynolds left
Golden Sand Camp for the last time.
And to this day his fate is a fruitful
theme for conversation among those
who knew him in the Camp. Judge
Pott claims that he knows he returned
to the States, changed his name. be-
came an honOred citizen and is now in
Congress. Bill Hauser claims that he
saw him in Helena dealing hazard as
calmly as of old. Lem Upton is of the
opinion that he was killed by the In
dams before he got out of the country.
Jim Harrigan says he can prove that he
went to Leadville. and while there
went up the mountain side and nursed
a sick brother gambler through an at
tack of the small pOx, took the disease
himself and died alone.
But none have ever proved their
statements TO the satisfaction of others.
and all that is known is that Doc Rcy-
holds went down the dusty stage road
away from Golden Sand Camp and
never came back.-DdkOta Bel.
1t is curious fact that persons fa1
from robust often outlive those OF en-
traordinary strength and nardihood.
Upon this subject the Canada Health
Jo,f,.uoI SAYS that the vital parts OF the